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Tag: love

  • Witness

    The leaves are gone.  Wind rejoices in
Their leaving for their dance betrays;
Painting hints of body on his shame.

Shoulders cringe under iced breath
ravaging this frigid, emptying street.
Chimes to the right sing winds intent,

To flee this memory, falling behind,
To allow us to lie in a contrived bliss
Like those wreaths on those graves.
    The leaves are gone.  Wind rejoiced in
their leaving for their dance betrayed:
painting hints of body on his shame.

A witness of this carnage, he whirled
in helplessness, sharing horrid chaos
with us despite our hands over our ears.

Shoulders cringe beneath iced-breath
ravaging this frigid, manicured yard.
Chimes to the right sing winds intent

to flee this memory, fall far away,
to lie in a contrived complacency like
these plastic wreaths on these graves.

  • Gossamer Chain

    Clinking gossamer of phantom links

    Weak as will, strong as adoration,

    Binds us One from our separate shores,

     

    At times, dangling to currents tumult,

    Jerking, teasing a tangled bereavement.

    But, at times, tensing to beams of bliss.

  • My Hallmark Moment

    1998: Middle-aged Love

    Once despairing of loves existence
    I embraced solitude with forlorn persistence.
    But you banished that sadness in me;
    Drew back the curtain that I might see.

    Your smile evoked a peaceful bliss…..
    Morning light through an ethereal mist.
    You are the joy that a found child brings.
    Lost; now found, my heart just sings!

    Your are the garden of my soul
    Where joy surrounds, where delight unfolds,
    Where prism hues in dazzling arrays
    Grace fragrant nights and sun-drenched days.

  • More!

    I glanced you captured there inside your glare;
    your mouth drawn tight, a knurled apple agape,
    with silent shrieks more shrill than one could bear.
    My God! No touch or words or meds could sate
    your frantic mind; unlock, release the glut
    of images that only you could see.
    You spoke a dialogue…narrating, but
    all vague; so jumbled up…a horrid clutch…
    and then… I feared you lost for evermore.
    Your eyes were dead but you pulled near to me
    and grasp my arm and paused to question, “More?”
    For an instant your eyes they lived, begged me
    to understand your plea and I responded, “More!”
    Our silly game remembered, “I love you!”
    Then the other responds, “I love you, more!”
    ………ad infinitum